This night we celebrate
festival of lights
features triumph
over darkness
carved by a niche
in our being
of who we are
or part thereof
what we’ve become
glorifying light
as we gather family and friends
neighbours everywhere
spoiling hate and deceit
fiduciary duty
tortuous tort in ashes
and tiny lamps
brighten every footstep
challenging our destiny
our fate
as promiscuity is sliced away
like unwanted body fat
and we nourish promises
of tomorrow
always a new day
as if we belong
with a lighted torch
in our Olympian minds.
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